My heat hasnt come on. I finally called the landlord & he was going to come turn whatever valve in the basement
This happens every year. Every. Year.
After waiting 2.5 hrs, I had no time left to wait around for him and I had to call & LIE, "no, my bad. Everything is fine!"
"I'm going to replace your thermostat anyway and have the heating company look at the system."
My heart immediately starts /hammering/
"I DONT WANT ANYONE IN MY HOUSE"
And he says "No, no one needs to come in & we'd give 24hr notice first if we did."
Which helped back me off a full blown panic attack...
I'm still in pretty severe panic attack mode
Do I have panic attacks because I'm a hoarder Or am I a hoarder because I have panic attacks?
I think the stuff is my defense against threats. Evil can not just waltz in and harm me willy nilly. This is MY space. Mine. Get Out!